Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soliel amer: L’âcre amour m’a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. Ô… - Arthur Rimbaud

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Mais, vrai, j’ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes.
Toute lune est atroce et tout soliel amer:
L’âcre amour m’a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes.
Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j’aille à la mer!

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About Arthur Rimbaud

Arthur Rimbaud (20 October 1854 – 10 November 1891) was a French poet.

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Alternative Names: Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud Rimbaud
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